The Children…..continued.

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This is a story of  twelve good men; Tough guys.

No stars in their eyes

They’re wise.

They’ve discovered the Prize

Of eternal youth.

 

In each one is a boy of ten.

middle aged men

with a yen

to be free.

They are Children, they are

Invisible children, Accepting the Love and passing it Far. Amen.

Look for the fellow standing on his head. He’s the Alfred Hitchcock of this video production. You’ll see him upside down at the beginning of the show and again at the end.

He just sorta blends in. This is Morris.       http://vimeo.com/53479807

 

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  (I was unable to embed this video but click on the link and you will be glad that you did; twelve grown men, getting it done, having fun while they do it, Enjoy.)

 

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Children Will Be Children

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The children were born noisily, unhappy with the loss of their loving, protected life style, experiencing fear for the first time in their brief existence, personalities already formed.

In baby language one was screaming “Dammitohellcrapsumbitch, PUT ME BACK INSIDE MY MOMMY”. The other, “WAAAAAA. It’s cold out here.”

Inside their original home, one had squirmed and kicked; this sibling stretched its legs, pushing and prodding, competing for space. The other sibling remained in the traditional fetal position; this one would be the chronic thumbsucker. But this one would also become a recognized world leader; the other, a complaining, noisy bully in the first few years; a sad, unhappy person in later life, unable to properly cope, still demanding the most comfortable chair, the first place in line and an elephant’s memory with a trunk-full of resentment.

More later.

Lee Broom.    Leadership; A Love Story. ©

 

TODAY I Pray.

Today I Pray

 

Today I pray for Jeannie and her family. She sleeps still.

Today I helped a friend say goodbye to the home he designed and lived in for thirty years.

Today I thought of Mother. She gave me what I love about myself.

Today I thought of Father. He gave me what I respect about myself.

Today I thought of my children.

And their children.

And their children’s children

Today I thought of the love I have for my friends, especially those with whom I have fought. I love them the most.

Today I am thankful for those who guide me when needed, from the dangerous shores of angrily expressed opinions back to the healing waters of Love and Acceptance.

Tonight I pray for Jeannie and her family. She sleeps still.